There’s been a theme in my life as of late, rolling, steaming, and foaming near the top like residue on a latte.  I’ve been feeling an immense sense of pressure to be my former self, the self that was free from quarantine, free from this new normal.  When this detention life first started my brain went into survival mode, except there was nothing to survive because there was nothing actionable I could do but stay my ass inside.  Then I went into panic mode because I realized